Zhang Yi was extremely angry, he really didn't expect Mo Long and Qin Shouren to be so shameless. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info attacked himself last time in the Treasure Pavilion, and this time he also took a sneak attack.

If it weren't for Qinglianyi's terrifying defensive ability, if it weren't for the achievement of the true dragon's body a few days ago, Zhang Yi would have been seriously injured under the sneak attack at this moment.

He knew that he was careless, but this was not the time for introspection. The dignity of the true dragon cannot be trampled on by others, and only by doubling it back is the right way.

Zhang Yi clenched his fists and smashed into Mo Long brazenly.

"Brother Qin, he has been seriously injured, and he is just fighting to the death at this moment. In that case, let's send him on his way. Mo Long's eyes were as fierce as a sword, and he liked Zhang Yi's piece of blood inkstone very much.

Seeing that the corners of Zhang Yi's mouth were bleeding, Mo Long decided that Zhang Yi was just deliberately suppressing the injury, clenched his hands into fists, and fought against him with all his might. His strength is far superior to Xue Man, and he will definitely kill Zhang Yi this time.

Qin Shouren didn't speak, but the movements in his hands were responding to Mo Long, and two lines of literary qi came out of his fists and slashed towards Zhang Yi's juniors.

Qinglianyi puffed up without wind, blocking Qin Shouren's two literary qi from his body and disappearing invisibly. And Zhang Yi's fist had already come to Mo Long.

Zhang Yi tempered his body, first smelted the glazed jade to achieve the glazed jade body, and a few days ago, he even achieved the body of a true dragon, but his body was extremely thin compared to Mo Long, let alone compared to Xue Man.

Mo Long's complexion was extremely dark, and his fists were huge, covered with scars, like a black stone.

And Zhang Yi's fist, compared to Mo Long, is as white as an egg.

Mo Long and Qin Shouren both understood that Zhang Yi's fist was definitely not an egg, but contained a terrifying power like a tyrannosaurus. However, if the tyrannosaurus rex is seriously injured, will it become as fragile as an egg?

"Bang!"

The fists of the two collided together, making a muffled and light sound.

The sound was indeed very soft, as if the readers had gathered together to recite a poem, and a certain reader couldn't help but fart.

"Ahh

Qin Shouren heard Mo Long cry out in pain, his gaze was blocked by Zhang Yi's body, and he couldn't see the result of the battle between the two. But he could hear Mo Long's screams, like killing a pig.

The pig-killing sound was accompanied by sobbing, which was the sound that Mo Long couldn't control the pain and involuntarily inhaled.

So, Qin Shouren turned around and ran, since Mo Long was knocked down by Zhang Yi with a punch, if he didn't run away, he might end up like Mo Long.

"Flying Bear, catch him. Zhang Yi released the little flying bear from the atrium and asked him to help catch Qin Shouren.

Little Flying Bear liked the excitement the most, and instantly shouted: "Stinky boy, you have locked Uncle Ben in your broken heart for several days, and you are finally willing to release Uncle Ben." Well, this guy looks like a bad guy, and Uncle Ben will help you beat him up for free. Hey, how do you want to beat him?"

"As long as you don't die, it's fine. Zhang Yi's eyes kept on Mo Long, and even Xiao Feixiong's shouting and chasing after Qin Shouren couldn't make him turn his head.

As he said, Mo Long and Qin Shouren, who are not as good as beasts, are shameless, even if they retaliate, they can't take revenge.

Mo Long was horrified, he felt that his right arm had been completely shattered, and not even a single intact bone was gone. Flesh and blood mixed with bone slag fell to the ground with a slight thud.

Zhang Yi clenched his fists again and slowly walked towards Mo Long.

"Let me go, please let me go!" Mo Long couldn't care about his pain anymore, he saw Zhang Yi's indifferent eyes, and couldn't help but kneel down and beg for mercy, "I'm the son of Tai'an Mofu, it's no good for you to kill me." As long as you let me go, I can give you any treasure. ”

"I'm not going to kill you. Zhang Yi shook his head slightly.

Mo Long's face was overjoyed, and he continued: "Thank you, Mo Long did what he said, and this Wenbao pen will be presented first." ”

Zhang Yi came to Mo Long's side, and the power of the true dragon was injected into his right foot, and with one kick, he smashed the top lifting treasure pen, and then slammed into Mo Long's heart with a punch.

"Click!"

The joy on Mo Long's face disappeared suddenly, his face turned from red to white, then turned blue, and finally fainted.

"I won't kill you, but I'll abolish you, a scum like you should have many enemies. When they know that you are a waste, they will inevitably do everything possible to get revenge on you. ”

Zhang Yi shook his head slightly, turned around and left.

......

A young girl walked out from behind the boulder, looked at Zhang Yi's back with doubts, and muttered: "Grandpa likes to write his "Yanqiu Ci" the most, and also said that he is the most etiquette reader in the world, but why is he so cruel? It is more painful to abolish a son of a wealthy family than to kill him." ”

The little girl thought about it for a long time, but after all, she didn't figure it out, and ran in the direction where Zhang Yi left, and the sacrificial ceremony had already begun.

Xue Man had already woken up, lying in the pile of broken boulders and not daring to move. He naturally heard the little girl's words, no matter how dull he was, it was impossible for him not to have heard of "Yanqiu Ci" in Nandu.

"It turned out to be a poet of the town, and he will become a great Confucian in the future, I can't wait for the children of a wealthy family, but I want to challenge a future Confucian, which is really ironic. ”

He used his left hand to get up slowly, without looking at Mo Long again, and quietly went down the mountain.

Since then, Mo Long and him have not been the same people.

Zhang Yi used his temperament to clean himself up, returned to the vicinity of the altar, and happened to see that the sacrifice was begining.

"I will go out of the East and follow my Fusang. Fu Yu Ma Xi drove peacefully, and the night was bright. Ride the dragon and ride the thunder, carry the cloud flag and the snake. The long wife is about to rest, and her heart is low and careless. Qiang's voice is amusing and entertaining, and the audience is daunted and forgetful.

The drums are crossed, and Xiao Zhongxi is shy. Ming Chi Xi blows the pipe, and Si Ling protects the virtuous woman. Fei Xi Cui Zeng, show poetry and dance. The rhythm should be combined, and the spirit will come to cover the sun. Qingyun is dressed in white clothes, and he shoots the wolf with a long arrow. Cao Yu arc is reversed, and Beidou is drinking cinnamon syrup. The rest of the writing is high and camel soars, and the darkness is eastward. ”

The lord of Fuliu, the princes and ministers, and the heads of wealthy families recited Qu Zi's "Dongjun Chapter" together, and sacrificed to Dongjun and the gods, and then everyone sang together.

The song resounded through the Tianshen Peak, and there was a cultural fortune descending in the underworld, flowing down with the autumn water, shining on the whole territory of the undercurrent.

Dongjun, also known as the god of the sun, is the honorific title of the human race, these gods are higher than the gods of the human race, representing dignity, grace, majesty, heroism, and is a symbol of the light and warmth of the human race.

In the era when the six saints were not out and the calendar did not appear, the human race was in ignorance, and the most revered objects were the gods, among which the sun god was the most.

It is rumored that the god of the sun retired in September, called "September fire". Once the god of the sun retreated, the ancients who had always relied on the sun to produce and the signs of seasonal life lost the coordinates of time, and at the same time made the ancients who worshipped the fire as a god have an inexplicable fear, and the dormancy of the god of fire means the arrival of a long winter.

Similarly, whenever there is a Qingming sacrifice in the cold food, the human race will also hold a sacrifice to welcome the return of the sun god.

(To be continued.) )